Random oneshots.

Skating

(Jack's POV btw, and also this is an AU, things are going to be different than our own universe)

Mark's not gay.

But why do I keep thinking I have a chance?

I don't think we're normal friends, no, it must be something different. The way he runs his fingers through my hair, the way he holds me close, the way we seem to be attached at almost all times- it gets to me. I can't help but think of a universe where I could call him mine.

Why is it hard to breathe around him? I'm not kidding, I haven't heard this talked about much, but I feel like I'm literally suffocating, right now even, if I don't take deep breaths. It's probably just circumstantial.

Is that normal? No, of course it isn't. I'm the screwed-up one, thinking about his best friend this way... as I have almost all my friends, at at least one point or another. Well, our relationship doesn't seem to be normal either. How did we get to cuddling all the time? The world will never know, I don't and when I brought it up in conversation with Mark, he didn't know either, all I know is that this type of relationship has never happened with anyone else before, for me at least.

Yesterday we went skating. A normal rink I used to go to as a child. He hasn't skated in his life, apparently. I'm quite happy I got him skating without any help in a mere 3 hours.

3 hours of pain and torture for both Mark and I, more for the former than the latter... 'cause I had something soft to fall on.

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty good skater if I say so myself, something Mark pointed out as "showing off", whoops. Anyway, I got pulled down with him whenever he fell; and he's a bit bigger than me.

Remember what I said about being attached at almost all times? I wasn't lying. After a while hanging onto the wall, he clung on to me, putting an arm around my shoulder and holding my hand while his unsteady feet tried to figure out how to skate on ice. When he fell, I fell on top, or to the side, and helped him up.

I hate we couldn't talk the car ride home, we were with my family. He started saying some things I bet he won't even think again. I wish I knew what the endings to his sentences would've been.

It was a fun night. I never want to loose whatever we have. It was a fun night skating and laughing, but god, I want more.

I just don't know how to tell him without ruining everything.